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Mr. Sills swung his expressionless face toward Mr. Chris-
tian, then handed him the letter. Mr. Christian spread out
the sheet, crackling the paper. He stared at it, and his lips
moved slowly as though he could read only with difficulty.
The others watched him intently. Then he flung it on the
table and remarked, with an abstracted and deliberate air,
"Well, I'll be God-damned."

The voices at the table rose clamorously.

"What I can't see is"and Mr. Christian swung about
on his heel and glared at them all"is why he got out.
Unless it's a rule or ruin proposition with him. But you can't
tell roe "and he shook his great red fist indiscriminately at
the table"he just got his little feelings hurt. Not in har-
mony, my Blessed Redeemer! Don't try to tell me they used
to wash behind his ears and blow his little nose for him and
give him his sugar-tit every morning up there in the Senate.
Harmony, my God! And he never resigned from the Senate,
nor anything else beforenot him I"

Captain Todd approached Mr. Christian, saying, "Now,
man, be fair to the Senator. You can't be sure------"

"Sure?  Sure?  My God!"

"A man's got to go his own gait, Bill. You know that.
Let TolHver. His lights ain't your lights, nor my lights, but
let him act according to his lights."

Mr, Christian was standing before him, his head still
thrust out, the blood still beating in his neck, and his stare
fixed on the Captain's face. Slowly he nodded Ms head,
saying; "All right, all right His own gait." He walked
back to his chair and sat down. While the others talked, he
read the letter again, that same laborious intentness again on
his face.

"But it's bad, and no doubt about it," the Captain was
declaring, "coming at this time. The loss of Ms prestige
will hurt. No doubt about it. And to select a new man to
iaish out his term. It's a bad time. But it's up to us."

Mr, Christian raised Ms eyes from the paper, and said
somewhat restrainedly: "Listen to this, what he says: